Everyone has their own idea about what it means to be wealthy. Some cats desire endless cans of tuna. Some imagine a garden full of catnip. Others fantasize about actually catching that damn squirrel and biting it's head right off.

I think liver. Yes, slippery, slimy, smelly chicken livers. Ooo, the way they feel going down - ahhhh. My happy place is an endless supply of chicken livers, all fresh and red and juicy.

My advice to you is find your own special happy place. Visit often. If you are faced with a bowl of kibble, pretend it's what you really want. Like the Law of Attraction says - you have to feel it before you can have it. Before you know it, that bowl will be full of something great!